The mango tree.

The mango tree.

I saw a mango tree
which was as beautiful as maiden.
The thick leaves seemed to me,
It was standing with spreading its thick hair.

The mango fruits were,
like her lofty brest,
hanging on the boughs
and tossing in wind,fair.

The sun light on day
and moon beam at night
kissed on it
as they found it very near.

When it took bathe,
under a moderate rain,
during the moonsoon,
the rain droped fell from it's hair.

When it was bloomed,
seduced the insects.
I observed everything,
standing and sitting its under.